Chapter 7

(Anj’s POV)

My brain must be on haywire.

Like taking my medicine, after drinking Appletini, I feel dizzy but in a really good way. I felt lighter and free and had the courage to do everything I wanted. This gorgeous Greek god must have used his magic spell on me that I just kept on following everything he said.

I heard he told Frank to bring us to the nearest coffee shop, but I didn’t want to get sane yet. He was driving us somewhere when my eyes caught a glimpse of a place I had never been to before.

The seashore.

“Woah! Is that…? Stop the car, Frank.” I gasped and tugged him in his arm, but when he didn’t stop, I cried again. “Stop the car! Please…”

When the driver finally listened to me and stopped the car, I didn’t wait for him. I unfastened my seatbelt and got out of the car, dashing toward the beach, ignoring the handsome man running after me.

I could hear Mrs. Antonetta’s voice telling me to do something crazy once in a while. I was not up for it but seeing the full moon looming large and glowing brightly in a beautiful night sky, I could not help myself fall in love with it.

“I want to go there,” I whispered, raising my arm and pointing to the millions of stars sprinkled behind the picturesque dark sky. I turned my head to the man standing beside me and smiled at him.

He heaved a deep sigh. “You’re eighteen, yet you act like a child.”

I only smiled at him, tilting my head to look at the time on his wristwatch. It is only ten in the evening, and I will be seventeen in two hours, or maybe Sister Grace is wrong. My birthday is probably today or yesterday. The thought of not knowing when the exact day or time my mother gave birth to me brought tears to my eyes.

“What is it now?” He groaned, rolling his eyes.

I wiped my tears. “Sorry, but it’s my birthday…” Maybe. I raised my head to meet his eyes. “You can leave me here now,” I said, looking at the waves lazily lapping at the shore.

Every year, on the day when Sister Grace found me, I always made a wish, and this morning, after the horror of seeing my swollen face, I went to the prayer room and uttered my wish.

“What’s your wish then?” He asked as if he was the God I was praying to.

“Huh?” My cheeks blushed, and I shook my head.

I wish I could tell him, but I am profoundly gifted, a child that could read well at the age of three, that I had to be accelerated, skipping grade levels in school. At the age of twelve, I passed the university entrance examination, but because of the limited budget, despite my full scholarship, I chose a business course instead of medicine. Surrounded by people older than me, I didn’t have many friends, only Anya and Dylan, because most of them were intimidated by me. I hate to admit it, but loneliness had made a hole in my heart.

“Happiness?” I said, wrinkling my nose as I uttered my unsure answer.

“How exactly will you find happiness here after leaving you?” He asked, not smiling, but he looked at me with much interest and curiosity.

I grinned at him, not using my big brain for the first time. I pulled off my shirt and jeans, not minding he was seeing me wearing underwear, and like a child, I ran to the water.

“Wait, what’s your name?” He shouted.

I glanced at him, giggling as I answered truthfully.

“Angela!”

I screamed in delight when my feet got wet as the white foam from the waves approached me. I walked forward, submerging half of my body in the seawater. I looked heavenward as I delightfully whispered a short prayer.

“Can you even swim?” He asked, startling me.

When I turned around, he was already standing behind me. My lips parted as my eyes saw him not wearing anything except for his boxers. What is happening with me? My heart was erratically pounding inside my chest as my eyes feasted on his sexy body.  It must be the alcohol because suddenly, I desired to touch his bare chest, a feeling so alien to me.

“No. Why are you still here?” I asked curiously, turning my back on him and moving forward, hoping to immerse and hide my body underwater.

He gripped my wrist, startling and stopping me. “If you don’t know how to swim, don’t dare. The level of the sand floor here is not usually flat.”

I stopped and turned to him worriedly, but I was sure it was not about what he said. It is the tingling sensation creeping into my body when he touched my skin, holding me.

“Do you know how to swim?” he asked me again.

I shook my head, grinning like an idiot in front of him. “This is my first time going here,” I admitted shyly.

He scoffed, knitting his eyebrows. “Where did you come from? In the mountain?”

I did not answer his question, but instead, I asked him a very important question for me. “You have a name, Mr. Elite?”

“Mr. Elite?” He chuckled, guiding my hand to his arm. “Hold to me. Don’t let go,” he said as we walked forward through the water together. “Sky.”

My eyes flicker on him, wanting to release my hold from him, but he was right about the uneven floor of the sand underwater. If not for his fast reflex, wrapping his arms around my body, I would have submerged in water. I gripped his arms harder, but he only laughed, showing his perfect pearly white teeth.

“Relax. I got you,” he said, treading his feet while pulling me close to him.

I wish I could relax, but our closeness made my heart panic and caused my body to feel something weird.

“Sky…” I repeated, remembering where I heard his name. “Ah, the Mighty Sky!”

He held my hands, placing them on his shoulders as his hands held my hips. I breathed out before I fainted in front of the man many of the elite students in our school considered the god, the perfect man, the man of many women’s dreams.

“Mighty Sky,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled me closer, causing our bodies to touch each other.

Sky must be an eel because his touch was causing current, infiltrating electricity on my skin. I parted my lips and looked directly into his eyes.

“I asked for a miracle, but instead, the heaven agency gave me Sky,” I rolled my eyes, suddenly afraid of the unfamiliar emotions I was feeling. I know I’m wet, but it was like my core now is literally wet.

“Heaven agency?” His eyebrows raised as he pressed his lips, suppressing an amused smile. “You must be lucky then.” He said, trailing his hand on my back.

I gasped, wanting to arch my body toward him. “Let’s return to the shore,” As to how I was able to say it without him noticing I was trembling was another miracle for me.

He nodded. “Let’s not get that bottle of vodka to waste.”

He led me to the shoreline, but when my feet felt the sand underwater, I released my hands from his arm and walked toward the sandy beach.

As we sat on the powdery sand, he gave me the glass and filled it with alcohol. I sniffed it, trying to remember it. We drank quietly for a while, and then Sky gazed upon my face.

“I asked for a miracle, but the heaven agency gave me you instead. You think that’s somewhat unfair?” he said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

I didn’t know why it hurt me, but maybe he was expecting someone, not an ugly company like me. I drank up the last drop of vodka in my glass, and when he saw it, he filled my glass again.

“Happy birthday,” he smiled, raising his glass. The clinking makes a beautiful sound in my ears as we toast our glasses. “Since it’s your birthday, I will give you whatever you want. Tell me, what do you want?”

It must be the influence of the alcohol, or my crazy heart, thumping erratically inside my body that I gazed at his lips, wondering for the first time how it is to be kissed. I licked my bottom lip as my eyes met his.

“A kiss from an elite. A kiss from the Mighty Sky.”